Maeve Gjurgevac Brothel ❤️

About Slavonski Brod

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothel, huh? Dirty joints, sweaty sheets, cash flyin’ like punches. Been thinkin’ bout this since I watched *The White Ribbon*—you know, my fave flick, that creepy Haneke shit from 2009. Them kids in the village, all pure and twisted, got me wonderin’—brothels ain’t that different, right? Secrets, power, folks hidin’ who they really are. “The truth is rarely pure,” Haneke’d say, and damn, he’s right—brothels prove it.

Seattle Weekly, April 04, 2012

But then, outta nowhere, this group of rowdy teens rolls up. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one of ‘em trips over a curb. I’m dying. But then they start yelling at each other, and it gets heated. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, it’s just a curb!” But they don’t care. They’re ready to throw down.